"Charcoal Burning Party ......"

Garian finally remembered this secret party that had been almost forgotten.

It was a secret society formed in Italy in the early 19th century, and was called the Charcoal Burning Party because it first gathered in a charcoal burning place in the forest. During the time of Louis XVIII's restoration of the Bourbons, the organization expanded to France, and Blanqui joined the charcoal party.

Suddenly, Garrien recalls reading a book about the French Revolution in which Blanqui and de Sammy had set up a club in Pradou Hall called the "Central Republican Society". Since then, Blanqui has mainly engaged in his activities here. He also served as the chairman and ideological leader of this society. Later, he was imprisoned for leading a failed uprising, and spent nearly ten years in prison.

Garion asked in surprise, "Could it be that you are His Excellency de Sami of the Central Republican Society?" ”

"Yes, I am one of the founders of the Central Republican Society."

De Sami nodded, and it was no secret that his identity was revealed after his arrest.

And the Central Republican Society, which had been in decline since Blanqui's arrest eight years earlier, had long since been dissolved. So in the face of Garion's inquiry, he generously admitted it.

Leaning against the wall, Desami turned his head and asked, "You said you colluded with the revolutionary party, what happened?" ”

"A few days ago I saved a middle-aged man who had been shot and left my house after he recovered from his injuries. Within two days I was arrested by the police on charges that the man I had rescued was a revolutionary. ”

Hearing Garion say this, the faces of the two behind them changed instantly, and they walked up to DeSami and whispered, "Could it be that this young man is ......?"

DeSami waved his hand and motioned for them to stop talking. At this time, his heart was already fluctuating, and he was not sure if Garion was a spy sent by the government to spy on the inside story.

De Sami had also heard that he had been shot and rescued, but now Blanqui had left Paris and was secretly heading to England. If the revolutionary poet he mentioned was a young man in front of him, he could not let it go.

However, Garion glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I won't be looking into your secrets. I don't want to know too much either. ”

Seeing that the other party had already said this, Desami's face softened slightly, and he replied, "Even if you are a spy of the government, you won't have a chance, because we are about to leave." ”

Garion looked at the skylight blocked by the iron railing and asked in a low voice, "Released?" ”

"Release? How can it be! ”

As if hearing a funny joke, DeSami shook his head and said in a firm tone, "It's not a release, it's a death sentence." ”

Garion was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in front of him, still looking calm as ever. For death, there seems to be no touch.

He asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

"Why be afraid."

De Sami asked him rhetorically, and then said in a firm tone, "These imperial doglegs will never get our leader, all they can get is the corpses of revolutionaries and the anger and hatred that the people of Paris have been accumulating." Oppression does not bring peace, nor does the pursuit of truth. ”

"And I can die in the pursuit of the truth, and die without regrets."

"Well, great ideals."

"Aren't you the same? It's just that we use gunpowder, and you use the pen. ”

De Sami said word for word, "The revolutionary poet Garion. ”

The other party revealed his identity, and Garion curled up in the corner, laughing it off. However, DeSami apparently did not want to delve into the topic either, so he became silent and stopped talking.

He watched as sunlight seeped through the narrow window cracks, illuminating the corners of this gloomy room.

After a conversation, silence returned.

The moment of tranquility was quickly shattered, and the door to the prison was opened with the sound of the iron door opening.

The baton pounded violently on the door frame, and all the prisoners were violently driven to the cafeteria.

Garion mingled with the others, and DeSami stood behind him and whispered, "The Central Prison has an hour lunch break at noon, and this is an opportunity for our comrades to connect with each other. ”

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Garion found that there were already a large number of prisoners gathered here, and they were walking to their seats with two or three slices of coarse bread, a spoonful of stew, and a few potatoes in it.

Garion followed DeSami and found a central seat to sit down, his head bowed, trying not to be obtrusive.

But Desami didn't sit down, but stood on the chair and said to the people around him, "Be quiet, comrades. ”

The people around them stopped moving, and listened quietly to Desami.

He waved his arms and said impassionedly, "Today we welcome a new comrade, Garion. ”

As he spoke, he pulled Garian up, picked up the stew, and said to them, "He is a progressive who has been persecuted by the government, and has been fighting for the dignity of the people, to our new comrades, long live the revolution!" ”

Everyone said neatly and uniformly, "Long live the revolution!" ”

The surrounding prison guards seemed to be accustomed to these actions and did not stop them.

After Desami sat down again, he introduced to Garion, who was sitting opposite, "These people you just saw are all in prison for revolutionary crimes, some of them will be exiled, some will stay here for ten or twenty years, and some will be sent to the gallows. But they were never afraid. ”

At Desami's reminder, Garion's gaze was fixed on the faces of the revolutionaries, and there was no fear or sadness in their eyes, but as firm as ever.

The snow could not bend the last upright withered yellow reed.

In an instant, Gary was relieved. He put down his fork and remained silent. Rhetorical asked, "Your Excellency de Sammy, have you ever considered why the revolution to overthrow the evil empire so many times has not succeeded?" ”

"Of course I know, they're too powerful."

"We are so small in numbers that it is impossible for us to defeat the French army, so we can only hope to win if we start a riot when the regime is unstable." An empire cannot remain impregnable, and one day cracks will appear, and that is the dawn of our victory. ”

"No, you're risk-taking."

Garion shook his head and said, "Blanqui and his followers have been fighting alone all along, never trying to really wake up the people, and that's the root of the failure. ”

"Never really woke up the populace?"

De Sami disagreed with Garion's point of view and questioned disdainfully, "So your Excellency, what do you think is the real awakening of the people?" You have seen that the numbness of the working class in 1848 was not destined to make a difference with them! ”

Garian coughed, ready to speak his mind, when a sudden burst of screeching metal knocking interrupted his thoughts. Then Garion heard an obnoxious voice behind him.

"Shut up at dinner, revolutionary bastards."

"If anyone says one more word, don't think about eating for three days from today!"